TheVoiceWithout
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Lysander broke through the underbrush as quietly as he was able, though he feared he still caused quite a terrible amount of noise. He hadn’t wished to advertise his passing to everyone and everything in the area, which is why he’d avoided roads as much as possible during his journey, though at the moment he was starting to rethink the idea… He’d been combing the area in search of his quarry for what seemed like ages, and had gotten no further than passing mentions and vague directions, and was beginning to grow frustrated with the entire endeavor. Not that he would give up; he would never give up, for the duty had been given him by the highest regent of his order and to go against the regent would be to go against the order, which would be tantamount to committing to living without breathing. The underbrush tested his resolve sorely, nonetheless, snagging on his cloak and boots, clawing at his arms as he attempted to wend his way past trees and bushes.
When they’d set him on this course, to find *Her* and protect her, he had assumed it would be a simple matter, given that they’d had a rough idea of where she most likely lived and her approximate age. Lysander was more than prepared for the journey, or so he thought at the outset. He had packed provisions enough to see him through a month of journeying, arms at his side in case of brigands or other trouble, a warm cloak and comfortable clothing made for traveling, and of course, a rolled piece of vellum upon which was written the prophecy itself.
Stepping into a clearing, he put his right foot down into a mud puddle, which caused him to trip and slip to one knee. “Oh gods…” he grumbled under his breath, gritting his teeth as he wrenched his foot free of the cloying mud with a sickly sucking noise. Standing up straight, finally unimpeded by overhanging branches and the like, he stretched out to his full six and a half feet, casting about with steely blue eyes, searching for movement along the far side of the small glen. Seeing nothing, he began crossing warily, running a hand up across his forehead and through his shaggy brown hair, pushing it back from his face in an effort to look nonchalant. The last information he’d heard mentioned a girl or woman living somewhere within these woods, out off the beaten path and all alone. That was all he’d been able to glean in the local tavern, though it was more than he’d heard in the previous one, and the profile sounded like she might fit… The weather in the area had also been noticeably different for the time of year, swinging back and forth between calm and stormy, grey skies and clear, which would also make sense if she were coming into her own as the prophecy said… Now he simply had to find her home amidst the dense bracken, tall trees and swaying bushes.
When they’d set him on this course, to find *Her* and protect her, he had assumed it would be a simple matter, given that they’d had a rough idea of where she most likely lived and her approximate age. Lysander was more than prepared for the journey, or so he thought at the outset. He had packed provisions enough to see him through a month of journeying, arms at his side in case of brigands or other trouble, a warm cloak and comfortable clothing made for traveling, and of course, a rolled piece of vellum upon which was written the prophecy itself.
Stepping into a clearing, he put his right foot down into a mud puddle, which caused him to trip and slip to one knee. “Oh gods…” he grumbled under his breath, gritting his teeth as he wrenched his foot free of the cloying mud with a sickly sucking noise. Standing up straight, finally unimpeded by overhanging branches and the like, he stretched out to his full six and a half feet, casting about with steely blue eyes, searching for movement along the far side of the small glen. Seeing nothing, he began crossing warily, running a hand up across his forehead and through his shaggy brown hair, pushing it back from his face in an effort to look nonchalant. The last information he’d heard mentioned a girl or woman living somewhere within these woods, out off the beaten path and all alone. That was all he’d been able to glean in the local tavern, though it was more than he’d heard in the previous one, and the profile sounded like she might fit… The weather in the area had also been noticeably different for the time of year, swinging back and forth between calm and stormy, grey skies and clear, which would also make sense if she were coming into her own as the prophecy said… Now he simply had to find her home amidst the dense bracken, tall trees and swaying bushes.